Don't be a fool.

Dylan is right in front of me. What should I say now? And why did he follow me? He speaks first: "Olivia... Why did you run away?" "And why did you follow me?" I snap at him. "I-I don't know... I just wanted to talk to you." "And why did you want to talk to me?" I ask curiously. "Olivia, stop with all these questions! Just tell me, please, why did you run away?!" He looks slightly angry. What the hell is wrong with him? "I ran away because I have something important to do. I should go because it's pretty urgent."

Damn it. I'm not good at lying, and Dylan notices that. "Oh c’mon, don't be a fool now! You are lying; we both know that. Now, tell me the truth. I am not going to ask you again. Okay, now I am definitely screwed. What am I supposed to tell him? "Oh, you know, I was jealous because that bitch kissed you!"? No, of course, I can't say that. But then I come up with: "Dylan, why do you even care? Seriously, why do you wanna know it that much?" He looks speechless. I am interested to know what his answer is.

"I care about you, Olivia. That’s the reason why I followed you! Even if you are a fan and I've known you only for a few days, it's the first time that I feel comfortable with talking to someone. I mean, everyone knows me as "Dylan Foster, the Canadian singer" and you know me in that way too. But when I talk to you, it's like you can see me differently without freaking out. That's it. And I don't want to lose that feeling of being that comfortable around someone. Is that weird?"

He looks at me worried, waiting anxiously for an answer. I can only say: "I feel that way too. I mean, when I first met you, I almost burst into tears, and I wasn't able to realize what was happening. But that day at the café, everything changed. You made me feel so good, and I started to look at you in a different -but of course good- way, and I stopped freaking out."

He doesn't seem surprised by my answer. The only thing that he does is smiling. "What?" I ask him. He keeps smiling. "Olivia, now I pretend the truth. Why the hell did you run away?" “Damn. Alright. It's just that Chloe and I are kind of, you know, enemies. We hate each other. Actually, everyone hates her because she is a...how can I say this without sounding mean..." "A bad person?" Dylan asks. I nod, and we both laugh. I keep talking: "Yeah, for real. She hates me because I am Sam's friend, but since he is Chloe's girlfriend, she thinks that I want to take him away from her or something. It's just ridiculous. I love him, and I care about him, but not in that way." "Thank God." Dylan mumbles.

I can't hear what he says, so I ask: "What did you say?" "Ehm...nothing, sorry. Keep talking, please." Whatever. "The point is that she perfectly knows how much I care about you and that you are my idol, so when she saw me today at the café, and you came in, she wanted to make me jealous by flirting with you and all that stuff. So I just left because she was annoying me. Happy now? You know the truth."

There is an awkward silence, but then Dylan comes up with: "So... Has she succeeded? I mean, did she make you jealous?" I look at him, trying not to get caught lying: "Of course not! I was just annoyed by her stupid behavior. I'm not your girlfriend, not even your friend, so why should I be jealous?" I act like I don’t care. "Ouch. Fine. But... What do you mean? Are we not friends? Olivia, explain yourself please, I'm so confused right now." I laugh. "Dylan, it's not that hard to understand. We're nothing. Just because we talked, maybe, twice, that doesn't change anything. At the end of the day, you will always be Dylan Foster, and I will always be just a fan." Did I just say that? Oh, Lord, save me.

"Olivia, you're seriously acting like a fool right now! Even if you're a fan of mine, that doesn't mean that we can't be friends! We get both comfortable when we are together, and it's a good feeling. So why can't we be friends? I seriously don't get it." He looks sad. Is he right? "Fine, whatever, you won. But don't you dare to call me a fool one more time; it’s annoying." "Deal." "Deal."

At that moment, something pops into my head. Should I tell Sam what Chloe did? Of course, he deserves to know. "Listen, Dylan. I love talking with you and everything, but now I actually have something vital to do. Can we meet each other at the café another day? Please, it's urgent." He nods, but when I am about to greet him and leave, he pulls me back. "What?" I ask. "How do I know when you will be free again? I just can't come every day to the café hoping that you will be there. So, can I have your number? If I have it, we can agree on when to see each other, don't you think?" I try to calm down since I’m about to get his number and then ask: "Sure. Can you give me your phone?" He gives it to me, and then I add my number. "Thanks. I’ll text you later." He greets me and then leaves.

I decide to call Sam. "Hey. Ehm... can you talk?" I ask, hoping that Chloe isn’t at the café anymore. "Sure, what's up?" "Can we meet? I gotta tell you something." "I'll finish in 15 minutes, but... why did you leave? When I came back from the kitchen, you weren't there anymore, and neither was Chloe." "I will explain to you later. I'll wait for you outside the café, is that okay?" "It's perfect. See you later then." I am pretty nervous. While I am waiting outside, I receive a message.

From Jennifer: “Liv, when can I call you? I must explain why I didn't show up before.

To Jennifer: Now I'm pretty busy. And I have something to tell you too, but can we talk about everything tomorrow? I'm sorry, but now I really can't.

From Jennifer: Sure. See you tomorrow then.

At that moment, Sam greets me. He notices that I’m worried and asks: "What's wrong? What did you want to tell me?" My mind is a mess right now. How am I supposed to act? Maybe I wanted to take revenge because Chloe kissed Dylan, but the only thing I can do is crash my lips against Sam's. He immediately pulls me away; he looks confused. "Liv, what the fuck? You perfectly know that I have a girlfriend!" I want to bury myself right now. Damn.

I try to explain myself: "Sam, I am so sorry! But today, when you were in the kitchen, Dylan showed up at the café, and he was trying to talk with me. At that moment Chloe asked him for a picture and after a bit... she kissed him. I didn't know what to think or how to act, so I just left. I'm so sorry that I kissed you, I just... I was angry about what Chloe did, even if I shouldn't be. But I swear, Sam, she did it on purpose!" He is furious; I can see that from the way he looks at me. "Just go away. I have to think about this. But for now, stay away from me." He leaves without even turning around to look at me once again. I burst into tears. Dylan was right: I am a fool. What am I going to do now?